Harry stared at the postcard in his hand, mind whirling a million miles an hour. What had happened? Why did Cybil leave? Was she taken away? Had something captured her? Where was she?

After he shook himself out of his shock, Harry began looking around the room for any clues. Unfortunately he still couldn't find anything to help. Before long he was sitting on the bed he'd left Cybil on, head hung low. He looked back at the postcard, staring at the message written on it.

"What do I do…?" He moaned, completely at a loss. The radio played some encouraging music, trying to lift his spirits, but it wasn't working very well. He absently turned the card around, staring at the cheerful image on the front of a purple rabbit mascot holding cotton candy in front of the amusement park. He stared at it for what seemed like ages before a light sparked back into his eyes.

"Maybe…" He whispered. Finally he nodded to himself and got up. "It's my only clue. Might as well go with it." He quickly headed to the bag Cybil had left behind, grabbing the supplies and cramming them into his own. Once he had everything he pulled out his map of Silent Hill and traced the path he'd have to take to his destination with his finger. It wasn't a short trip, but even so Harry was prepared to brave the altered streets of Silent Hill. He quickly made sure his weapons were loaded before heading out.

Once he made his way out of the hospital Harry stopped and stared. Just like he'd seen from the windows, the entire town was pitch black. No light appeared besides his own, comparatively weak, flashlight, not even a single star in the sky. He shivered slightly. The lack of light was unnerving. As he walked he noticed other features of this dark version of Silent Hill. The roads were cracked and broken, decayed as everything else was. So were the buildings he approached, looking just as dilapidated. He wouldn't be surprised if one of the buildings collapsed as he watched.

It didn't take long for the radio to begin emitting static, and Harry prepared himself as he heard the snarls of some of the dog monsters.

This was going to be a long trip.

It took him a couple of hours to reach his destination, the dark version of Silent Hill more monster infested than even the normal version, but he finally arrived with only a few minor wounds. He looked up at the large, rusty sign reading 'Lakeside Amusement Park' that was set over the gate.

"I hope you're here, Cybil." He muttered, and the radio began playing an upbeat song in reassurance. Harry took a deep breath, hefting his rifle securely, and went through the rusty gate, causing a loud screeching sound to ring out. He stopped on the other side, waiting to see if any enemies had been attracted by the noise, but thankfully the radio continued to play upbeat music rather than static. Letting out a small sigh he proceeded to walk further into the park.

He looked around as he walked, observing the various stands and rides, curious. He had never been to an amusement park, after all. He imagined that in the town's heyday the place was probably quite popular with the residents of the area.

He stopped near a bench when his flashlight landed on a figure sitting on it. "Cybil?" He asked, moving closer.

It wasn't Cybil. It appeared to be someone dressed in a costume of the park's rabbit mascot. They were sitting, slumped on the bench, head hanging to the side. Dried blood coated the costume, apparently coming from underneath the mask. Harry shivered slightly as the wide eyes of the mask stared at him.

"Who are you then? One of the ones that Cybil came in after?" He asked. He knew, of course, that he'd likely never know. He sighed, and was about to move on when the radio suddenly began to hiss with static. Harry whirled around, searching for the threat, which proceeded to announce itself with a scream.

A group of children monsters approached as quickly as they could from all around him, shrieking the entire time, the knives they clutched prepared to stab into him. Harry snarled and began to fire on the closest one, blowing its head apart. "I don't have time for you!" His next shots caught the next one in the chest, making it fall to the floor. Harry quickly moved through the gap in the closing circle of enemies and began to take them out once he was no longer in danger of being surrounded.

The fight took several minutes and depleted far too much of Harry's precious ammo, but soon enough the radio once again played the victory music once every enemy was lying dead. Harry sighed in relief as he stretched before continuing to make his way deeper into the park.

He was walking near what a sign said was the 'Borley Haunted Mansion' when there was a sudden noise from it, making Harry jump in alarm and whirl toward it. He stared at the attraction, which suddenly had lights flickering in the windows. He hesitated before making his way towards it. It was as good a place as any to search.

As he drew closer he realized that the building looked surprisingly stable compared to the others he'd seen. The decay that he'd seen in everything else was present, but not as advanced, so Harry didn't feel like he was entering a deathtrap that would collapse on him at any time.

It was most likely a deathtrap in other ways.

He carefully pushed open the door, listening intently for any movement or static from the radio. Once he was in the lit room and had closed the door behind him a voice rang out from a hidden speaker, making him jump in surprise. The radio had lowered its volume to let him hear the voice, though it was still playing music.

"Welcome, dear guest, to the Borley Mansion. Come in and, have a look around." The voice said ominously. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly at the theatrics, but he knew better than to let his guard down because of them. He glanced around and, not finding anything of note, moved towards the door leading deeper into the attraction.

The next room appeared to be a dining room, darkly lit. The actual dining area was surrounded by a fence covered in police crime scene tape. There was fake blood on the walls and the area around the table was a mess.

"Help… Help…" The voice said, in a pleading tone. Then it continued normally. "Do you hear those voices? A family of four was sliced into bloody pieces in this room. Ah, the cries of the children…" It said wistfully. Harry began to walk along the path to the next door, absently listening to the narration. "The murderer was caught. Do you know why he said he killed his family? 'Because I felt I had to!'" The voice ended in a higher pitch, imitating somebody else's voice. "Anyway, I'm lying." The voice continued, matter of factly. Harry paused and raised an eyebrow. "It's all just a joke. I wanted to scare you, that's all. The truth is, only one person died, by suicide." At the last word, a light behind the window came on, acting as thought it was lightning, displaying the silhouette of somebody hanging from the ceiling against the curtains. Harry rolled his eyes, not scared in the least, finding the cheesy factor amusing, something he very much needed. After a few seconds to see if the voice was going to say anything else, he moved onto the next room.

The next room was a dark office, bookshelves lining the walls. Like the previous room, the majority of this one was fenced off, though there was no police tape this time. Behind the desk there appeared to be a body sitting, facing away from where the audience was. There was no narration this time, and Harry made his way toward the other door to the next room. He reached it and turned the knob, but it wouldn't open. His brow furrowed and he looked around the room. He figured there was something he needed to trigger before it would open. It made sense for this kind of attraction. He made his way to the other end of the path around the room, looking around for anything of interest. He was therefore surprised when a body, hanging upside down, fell from the ceiling right in front of him. He jumped back and automatically raised his rifle, ready to fire, but the body remained motionless. He got his thumping heart under control. "Just a prop." He told himself reassuringly. Then the voice began to speak again.

"That's Danny. A quiet young man, but quite friendly, as you can see." It said as the body swayed slowly from side to side. "He was so eager to meet you. His hometown is New Orleans. But he came here after first losing his way. Oh, maybe you might know? Where is the path to Heaven?" Harry blinked, wondering what the hell that was about. When the voice fell silent he made to turn back to the door, hoping it was open now, when he noticed something about 'Danny's' body. He leaned forward to see if he was right and blanched.

'Danny' was dripping blood.

Harry reeled back as he realized this was a real person hanging in front of him, obviously quite dead. He looked around for what had killed him only to not find anything. He turned back to study the body.

'Danny's' head and shoulders were covered in puncture wounds. Harry didn't know what that meant, but he made a note to keep an eye out for anything above him. Sighing he turned away to the door and opened it, now being able to go through.

The next room was quite dark, and the voice started up almost as soon as the door closed behind him. "This mansion is quite old. So please watch your step." Harry made his way forward. The other side of the room was also fenced off, this time by a much taller fence, making sure nobody would be able to step into the fenced off area. It appeared to be a bedroom, with a bed, a cabinet, and a chair on which a teddy bear sat. "Sometimes the floor suddenly gives way." Hearing that, Harry made his way forward carefully. Suddenly, he heard a loud sound from above and instinctively ducked. That was the only thing that saved his life, as the ceiling had come down. He looked up to find a huge number of rusty spikes covered the lowered ceiling, just barely missing his head. Well, he now knew what killed 'Danny'. Even the radio had fallen silent, and Harry couldn't help but think it was as surprised as he was.

Slowly the ceiling began to move back up with a rumble as the voice spoke again. "I'm so sorry. This place is just falling apart. The mechanism is broken, you see." The voice continued in condescension. "It wasn't supposed to stop there, I assure you." Harry snarled angrily up at the ceiling and quickly made his way to the door to the next room, not trusting for the ceiling to stay up and not try to kill him again. "There's the exit. I hope you enjoyed your tour. Please, come back anytime." Then the voice became more ominous and less cheesy. "Or if you'd prefer, we could come and visit you instead."

Harry quickly opened the door and moved into a dark hallway. The voice sighed. "That was supposed to be the exit." Harry made his way forward. "But it seems that no one wants you to leave." Harry whirled around as a bright red, ominous misty light began to shine behind him, making its way toward him. The radio began to crackle, and Harry suddenly knew without a doubt that he did not want to be touched by that. "Fuck!" He yelled as he turned and began running away. The voice continued tauntingly. "Everyone really likes you. They want you to stay with them forever." Harry ran through the corridor, which turned often. He was sprinting to keep ahead of the misty light. "I have to agree with them. Don't be afraid. Dying is much easier than living."

"Well fuck you. I tend to not take the easy route then." Harry snarled as he reached the door. Hoping he was finally safe he forced it open. He growled when he found himself in another hallway. He began to feel pain and realized that he'd paused for just a second too long. The edge of the red light had reached him, and he could feel it trying to kill him. He quickly resumed sprinting, doing all he could to put some distance between himself and the light. He reached down into his reserves of energy and somehow pulled more up. He could feel it fill his muscles, lending him speed. After several more turns he finally made it to another door and slammed it open, happy to find that he was finally outside of the mansion. He forced the door closed behind him and relaxed as the radio stopped crackling with static.

Harry leaned against the wall, catching his breath. He felt like he'd swam through a sewer. Every part of him felt disgusting. He figured it was an effect of the light that had caught him momentarily. He shuddered to think of what would have happened if he'd stayed in it much longer.

When he finally felt better Harry prepared himself and continued along the path away from the mansion attraction, heading deeper into the park. He was upset that he'd wasted time in what was now obviously a trap devoid of Cybil and was determined to make up for lost time.

A half hour and several dead child and dog monsters later, Harry was beginning to feel a bit helpless. He'd searched a not insubstantial amount of the park and found nothing but a few more bodies dressed in rabbit costumes. He slowly made his way towards the carousel, wishing he had a map of the park itself, when he saw a shape standing among the fake horses. "Cybil?" He asked tentatively.

The figure didn't move, but he did hear a croaked "Harry?"

Harry rushed forward, slipping his pistol, which he had been using, into its holster. "Cybil!" He cried happily. She turned towards him, and he barely had time to take in her anguished expression when the radio suddenly blared static in warning and Cybil raised her revolver jerkily, aiming it at him. He yelped and dodged behind one of the decaying horses as she fired, barely missing him. "Cybil, what are you doing!?"

"I… can't… help it!" She cried, firing again, hitting Harry's cover. "Harry… run! Please… I can't… control myself!" Her next shot almost got him in the leg, and he rushed out of cover to a low wall, slamming his back against it. He absently heard the sound of something cracking in his bag, but paid it no mind.

"Cybil, I can't just leave you. We'll fix this, I promise!" Harry yelled back. Another shot hit his new cover.

"You can't." Cybil practically sobbed. "I'm… not in control… anymore!" Another shot. "I'm just… a puppet! Please… Harry… end it!"

Harry peeked out over his wall. "What are you talking about, Cybil!"

"Harry… please… kill me!" She yelled at him as her body jerkily reloaded her weapon after her next shot even as she moved closer.

Harry felt the blood freeze in his veins. "What!? Cybil, I… I can't!"

He could hear her sob lightly. "Harry… Don't force me… to live… like this... I'd rather… be dead… than a puppet… for a monster!" She fired again, just barely missing harry this time, so close he could feel the wind as the bullet moved past. "Especially… if I… kill you. Please… stop me."

Harry was clutching his pistol, but there were tears in his eyes. "Cybil…" He croaked, agonized.

"Kill me!" She cried. Another shot even as she moved closer. "Kill me!" Another shot. "KILL ME!" She screamed in despair.

Harry quickly moved out of cover, aimed his pistol, and hit Cybil in the shoulder, trying to disable her without killing her. The bullet opened a wound in her shoulder, making her scream, but to his shock it seemed to do nothing otherwise. He barely managed to duck back into cover before another shot from her blew his brains out.

"No… Harry… That won't… do anything…" Cybil moaned as she adjusted her aim, the freely bleeding wound not affecting her in the slightest. "You need to… stop me…"

Harry moved to a new piece of cover, barely dodging another shot that would have gotten him in the gut. He aimed his pistol and this time hit her in the leg, hoping to send her to the floor where he could restrain her. Once again, it made Cybil scream in pain, but didn't do anything besides that.

"I can't." Harry choked out. "I can't kill you, Cybil."

"It's alright… Harry… It'll be… a mercy… Please… end this… torture…" She said.

Harry bit his lip, choking down a scream of impotent rage. His shoulders finally slumped and he came out of cover, once more taking aim. Before Cybil could fire Harry took his shot, hitting Cybil in the chest. She jerked back, but remained standing, so Harry shot again, hitting her once again. She still wouldn't go down, however, and Harry was forced to shoot her once again. Finally, her revolver fell from nerveless fingers and she dropped, first to her knees, then onto her side.

Harry quickly rushed to her side, dropping his own gun. He turned her onto her back. "Just… just relax, Cybil… You're…" He wiped a tear from his eye. "You're going to be fine." He quickly started rooting around in his supplies for bandages.

Cybil coughed up blood. "It's… It's alright, Harry." She smiled up at him. "You just… get yourself out of here."

Harry hurriedly pulled things out of his bag. A roll of bandages was yanked out, and with it the vial of red liquid he'd gotten in the hospital fell out. He absently noted that it was cracked, droplets of red liquid escaping it. He didn't manage to catch it before it fell and shattered on top of Cybil, covering her in the liquid.

He froze when Cybil suddenly went rigid before her back arched, and she began to thrash in spite of her wounds. Before he could react whatever happened ended and she relaxed. He was about to say something when he noticed that something red was appearing at her uninjured shoulder. It took him a moment to remember that it was the area she was bitten in earlier. He pulled her shirt to the side to see a red liquid, darker than blood, leaving the earlier wound. Once the last drop left Cybil seemed to relax even more.

"I can't… I can't feel the thing that took over my body anymore…" She smiled in relief. "I'm so glad… I get to die a free woman…"

Harry, on the other hand, was horrified at the realization that he'd had the means to free Cybil from whatever was influencing her the entire time. "No." He grew angry in denial. "No!" He drew his wand and Cybil's eyes widened. Before she could stop him he shouted "Episkey!" Agony slammed into him, filling his entire body, but he grit his teeth against the pain, focusing on the wounds despite everything telling him it wouldn't work. From what he'd read Episkey was only for minor wounds, and he didn't know anything stronger.

The wounds shrank by a minuscule amount, but Harry could tell it was only the skin and a bit of muscle that was affected. Her damaged organs were unaffected. In spite of this he tried again, the pain agonizing, but he ignored it to focus on Cybil.

"Harry, please, stop. Whatever you're doing, it's too late. I can tell." Cybil said softly.

Harry stopped and his shoulders slumped, his head hanging. "Cy-Cybil… I'm… I'm sorry…" Tears began to escape from his eyes.

Cybil looked at him, her breathing more labored now. "It's alright, Harry."

Harry shook his head furiously. "No, it's not! I could have saved you! But now…" He stared at the wounds covering her torso. He had no idea how she was still alive with the amount of damage he had caused. He didn't doubt it wasn't going to last long.

Cybil smiled at him and reached up to ruffle his hair weakly. "You did save me, Harry. I couldn't have handled staying the way I was." She coughed again, blood leaving her mouth.

"But you heard those two mad women. You're still going to be stuck here." Harry said, barely keeping himself from breaking down.

"Not for long." Cybil said as her breathing became worse. She didn't have more than a minute left, and they both knew it. "Because… you're going to get out. And you're going… to get help… And you'll stop Samael… and free me. I know you will."

"Cybil…" Harry whispered, pained.

"Promise me, Harry. Promise me… that no matter what… you'll get out." She glared at him weakly. "Promise me!"

Harry bit his lip but nodded. "I promise, Cybil."

Cybil smiled. "Good kid. No matter what comes next… I can rest easy knowing that." Her eyes fluttered. "See you later, Harry."

Harry tried to smile and failed miserably. "See you later, Cybil." He gathered her into his arms and held her gently as the life left her body.

He sat there for what seemed like hours, radio respectfully silent, mourning the friend he had failed.

Harry stood in the cemetery he and Cybil had looked to for a way out, her revolver strapped to his side. The world had changed to being full of fog rather than decay while he had been holding Cybil without him even noticing. Now he had reached his destination, and was staring at the path he had originally taken to get into Silent Hill along the shore of the lake.

The entire path was crawling with the demonic cockroaches that had infected Cybil with the thing that had led to her death. There was no way he would be able to get through without being bitten multiple times, which would end up causing the same thing that had happened to her. There was no way out for him through here. Samael had outmaneuvered him again.

Harry clenched his fist so hard he bled before he relaxed. "That's it then."

The radio began to play a short burst from a song he only vaguely recalled hearing before about not giving up. It was apparently worried that was exactly what he was doing.

"You don't need to worry about me, buddy. I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it." He shook his head. "No, this just leaves me one path open to saving not just myself but Cybil and everybody else trapped in this hell." He turned and began to walk away, back straight and face determined. "Samael, if you can hear me… I'm coming for you."

And he walked back into the fog filled streets of Silent Hill.

To everybody that expected/wanted Cybil to survive… sorry.

I always planned for her to die the way she did. It's an important moment for Harry. Now he is no longer working on merely surviving and escaping. Now he's focused on beating Samael. It should come to a head in the next chapter, which should be the end of the Silent Hill arc, unless I decide to split the chapter up for some reason. Which I don't intend to do.

Also, I don't know why, but this chapter seems shorter than usual to me for some reason, despite being about the same. Wonder why?

For those who thought that the bloody note was cliché… Yeah, it was, I'm well aware of that. But how else was I supposed to point Harry in which direction to go?

The haunted mansion attraction I added in as I needed to have something happen in the amusement park besides just the events with Cybil, and I found the entire event interesting when I saw it in the Silent Hill wiki so decided to add it. (I never played SH3, so I watched a Youtube video of a runthrough of the mansion to see what happened)

Hope at least some people caught the allusion I made to the aftereffects of Harry using the power he was drawing from. I made it slightly obvious, but didn't want to hit anybody over the head with it.

This chapter got done surprisingly quickly. I need to decide if I'll write a new chapter of my RWBY fic or start my Chrono Trigger novelization for the rest of this week. Well, whatever the case, keep an eye out for my next stuff.

Next chap of this should be next week. I want to think on what I want to happen, since I not only need to deal with Samael but also with Pyramid Head and the two crazy ladies.

I can't think of anything else to add. Please leave a review on the way out. I always look forward to peoples' opinions. Laters.